Fang Changzhi stared fixedly at Chen Fei, the life force within his body draining away madly, impossible to stop.
And even if it could be stopped, what then? It would only be the difference between dying sooner and dying later.
Being trapped within such a Ninth Order High-grade grand array meant that Fang Changzhi had lost every possibility of escape.
Moreover, the man before him was not only a formidable array master; even his close-combat strength was terrifyingly powerful. Fang Changzhi reckoned that, even without the suppression of this grand array, he likely would not have been able to defeat his opponent by much.
He was clearly only at the Ninth Order Early Stage. How could he be this powerful?
Fang Changzhi had imagined that one day in the future, he might die in some conflict. Such was the Path of Cultivation. Unless one desired nothing and sought nothing, the moment one set one's heart upon something, conflict might arise.
Thus, Fang Changzhi had always been quite cautious and rarely clashed with other Ninth Order cultivators of the same rank. This time, he had pursued them relentlessly not only because the opportunity in the inheritance grounds was rare, but also because they were merely two Ninth Order Early Stage cultivators.
Those two Ninth Order Early Stage cultivators had not gone to the other eight inheritance grounds. There was no need to spell out what that implied about their backgrounds.
Yet even so, the boat had still capsized in the gutter.
A bitter smile appeared on Fang Changzhi's face. Darkness completely engulfed him, and his body fell backward as he perished, his dao dissipating.
Beside him, Fang Xiyun watched this scene with wide eyes, yet he had no way to do anything.
Within this Ninth Order High-grade grand array, Fang Changzhi